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El Nino we thank you

The desert Southwest is named that for a reason. Our rainfall is way below other parts of the US, and when people fly in for the first time, they are struck by how brown everything seems to be...

But let it rain a few times and magic happens. The little plants and flowers that wait patiently for the tiniest bit of moisture dance with joy and sprinkle the desert with sage greens and various gorgeous flowers of incredible intensity. And if the rain continues for more than a shower or two, as we're told it will this year, the entire desert gets a fluffy bluish green fuzz not unlike that of an adolescent boy sprouting his first beard.

The Pacific is warmer than it has been in awhile, which bodes well for us. The last few days have been stormy, and lovely rainfalls have occurred during the night, making the morning air clear and fresh and moist and rinsed of some of the typical pollens found floating abundantly this time of year.

People look better too. We kind of glisten up, moisten up, and look slightly less parched than is our normal state.

Suffice to say, we revel in the rarity of the rain, and pray for the blessing to continue.

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